The Living Temple 

Poetic Rendering

The wealthy build temples of stone,
I, a humble soul, what can I offer?
My legs, the pillars; my body, the shrine;
My head, the golden dome.
Hear me, O Koodalasangamadeva:
Stone temples crumble,
but this living temple   my body, my being  
shall endure forever.

Spiritual Context

Interpretation

The Cosmic Reality

Shata Sthala

Practical Integration

Modern Application

Essence

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